ok im late cuz i forgot about the battle

the truth is always blown out of proportion, and infestesed with false devotion
my ryhmes r like newtons first law of motion and how ur hand never stops with "jerkins lotion"
the real truth is that ur new, with no were to go but down and nothing to do
i dont get mad when i rap and yell, i stay clam and im basicly talking to you
so stay cool and calm wile i take you through a mic check
Im untouchable but i'll make you feel me like a broken neck
ok you takein lines from other battles thats ok, that dude lost anyway
I am ur king so dont disobay the hand that feeds you, you might be disarrayed
this shit right now is a holicoust and like hittler i speak the truth
and i'll leave you dead and humiliated like you was in ur birthday suit